Page 81 of The Billionaire

“I haven’t?”

“Oh you’re missing out.”

I was just about to say something about how clearly there was a whole new e world to explore when I saw him lean forward to one of the men on the couch and say something in his ear.

The man nodded and pressed a button on the side glass mirror. Suddenly, she was spun around and I now saw that she stood on a small circular stage of sorts. As she turned around, that’s when I saw the diamond-clad nipple clamp and the look of desire on her face. And that’s when I also saw the clamp down below on her clit. A small satin string attached the clamp trailed away from her to the hands of the other man on the left side of the couch who pulled ever so lightly on the clamp just before the light flashed to dark again and the strobe flickered faster and faster to where I nearly lost my balance.

“How can everyone stand the blinking light? I feel so dizzy.”

“It’s to allow others to feel comfortable and to not fully be seen but still be seen, per se. Again, it’s all about the build up.”

I nodded in understanding as the man lightly flicked his wrist and she cried out as he directed the string with the elegance of a director directing a symphony. Back…and forth…back…and forth…

Her moans now were one of a woman nearing orgasm. Her head thrashed back and forth and her legs squirmed as he now made circles in the air with the satin strings, bringing her pussy to intense feelings judging by the way her body reacted.

Her body convulsed into shakes and her sighs were so powerful, I had to take a sip of my drink to cool down from the heat my body exuded.

Wow.

Just as her cries sounded as if she reached a peak, he stopped the flicking and the jingle quieted. Her orgasm had been denied and she stood quacking in need.

“She’ll get the orgasm of her life. Trust me.”

The music shifted to an exciting electrifying tune—a melody with beats that naturally felt as if they escalated your being to a higher level of consciousness.

I felt the commanding beat in my heart beating as one and with the affects of the drink, the music, the lights, the ambiance, I started feeling all inhabitations I had felt of doing something sexual in front of others slowly disintegrate. Not to mention the pleasure others seemed to be experiencing and the fun.

Yet there still was that moaning that had persisted since the moment we arrived. The cries continued to transition from high-pitched cries to low drawn out moans.

“Why does whoever that is sound that way?” I said as loud as I could so he could hear me but not too loud so others wouldn’t look at me and think—aw, newbie.

His mask tickled my ear as he bent down to hungrily say, “I’ll show you. Come on.”

His hand grasped mine and I felt like I belonged.

We could be anywhere, a rainforest, a crowded city, a mall, taking a walk in the park, or…here, at this sexy party, and people could be shouting, screaming, laughing, talking about us, talking about whoever and in this moment, it didn’t matter because we felt like one beating heart.

One person.

And as he led me to wherever he was taking me, I pushed down my nerves and my fears. My nerves of what I would see and my fear of losing something that felt so right.

The sheer curtain was strewn shut from high railing from above. All I could see in the flashes of strobe lights was a woman lying on some sort of reclined table that resembled a gynecologist table.

Another flash of light revealed her legs spread eagle and some type of machine that had what appeared to be a dildo thrusting in and out of her.

I froze in my tracks.

I had never seen anything like it in my life and my pussy responded in curiosity as new pools of desire seeped in my panties.

The next few flashes of light were faster now with the thumping beats of the music and I got a better look at what was going on. Some sort of dildo was attached to a machine that was set to continually thrust in and out of her. In front of her view was a digital clock like the one down stairs displaying as the seconds passed and the milliseconds were listed.

She moaned as her head rolled from side to side, I felt myself pooling with a desire unknown to me. Why would I ever think that was sexy? Well, obviously, judging by my body’s reaction, it sure did elicit some heck of a response.

I could see a few men sitting in chairs with side tables and drinks. I couldn’t see the look on their faces hence their mask and the flashing of light.

But they sat puffing cigars and the smoke drifted to an open terrace judging by the way the sheer curtain fluttered from the cool sea breeze. I could taste and smell the saltiness of the water mixed with cigar smoke.

“How long…?” I couldn’t even finish my question because I had a feeling it had been at least since we’d arrived because I heard the moans and I had seen something—some sort of machine—in the distance at first glance when we arrived. But I wasn’t sure what it was and I had no idea a woman was involved.

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